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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 1, 2010 0:55:22 GMT -8
Seth knew he was panicking because of those words and all he could do was nod to reassure I had said “those” words. A bit of pain came from this all though and he was a bit worried that maybe he might lose Irial for a moment. The mention of his family only made the pain grow because he hated them and hated how they acted towards Irial. “I fight for you. I don’t care if I get hurt love. There’s only one way to kill me and unless my family has figured out that way, it’s their problem. You don’t have to worry about anything my love.” Seth murmured those words into his ear and sighed, knowing it wouldn’t ease his nervousness.
Seth’s eyes filled with tears as he mentioned the past. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he tightened his arms around Irial. “Just because I shouldn’t doesn’t mean I won’t.” Seth froze as Irial began ranting off questions of mixed responses and emotions. He took a deep breath and then sat up to look a Irial. “I will, if you want me to stay and if you don’t mind me loving you. And I know I love you because I just do. I can’t put a specific reason to it. It’s natural I guess. And it’s not like all the other times I’ve shared with other people which were only physical attraction. You actually mean something to me.” He said, his eyes having a calm, comforting tone to them as he stared at Irial, slowly leaning forward and kissing him passionately.
“I honestly could live without sex if I had to just to prove this to you. I would do so forever and not leave and not sway from you.” He mumbled softly as he continued to kiss Irial. “I’m not saying you have to love me, but I will always be watching to see if that day comes.” He whispered as he closed his eyes and this time kissed Irial deeper as he pulled Irial tightly against his skin.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 1, 2010 3:02:36 GMT -8
“I fight for you. I don’t care if I get hurt love. There’s only one way to kill me and unless my family has figured out that way, it’s their problem. You don’t have to worry about anything my love.” But I care if you get hurt, he thought, frowning. He had to worry; he couldn't help it. He could tell from the sigh that Seth knew his words weren't helping in any way to easy his thudding heart into a calm about either of their safety. Irial's eyes widened as Seth pulled him tighter and... apologized? No. He shouldn't be apologizing. "But it's true," he whispered, his heart in his throat as he thought about his boys... how young they'd been when they were burned alive. The very thought made him sick with hatred and grief. He listened to Seth explain his love to him, a small smile coming to his lips, accompanied with a blush on his cheeks. "Mean something to you?" He gasped as Seth's mouth came against his passionately and he groaned, wanting him again, wanting him inside him...
He blushed deeply and pulled back for air and to calm his thoughts. He loved the loyalty and love in Seth's voice. Irial couldn't help grinning when he said he didn't have to love him, and that he'd wait. "I... Thank you, Seth. I really don't know what I feel right now. I'm sorry. All this is just overwhelming right now." He might have continued on his rant if Seth hadn't captured his mouth again. He pulled Seth down on top of him again. Irial let out a moan, wrapping his legs around Seth's waist. But the 'I'm in love with you' statement was still spinning around in his head. All he saw when he closed his eyes were scorched bones, ashes, and the note. He gasped and pushed Seth off of him. "I'm sorry," he murmured, rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom to vomit, just barely making it to the toilet, horror shaking his whole body.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 1, 2010 11:41:54 GMT -8
Seth moaned softly as Irial pulled him down on top of him. The urge to pleasure him was becoming overwhelming now, but this soon disappeared as Irial pushed him off and sprinted to the bathroom. Seth was frozen for a moment, not even breathing. Slowly, Seth headed in the direction of his lover and knew he had most likely lost his stomach. Upon seeing Irial, he came to sit next to him, his arms wrapping comfortingly around Irial. he wasn' going to ask anymore of Irial because obviously that wasn't a smart idea.
"I'm sorry, Irial. I should have waited to talk about all of this with you." He said, blaming himself. His lips gently pressed to the back of Irial's neck as his eyes closed. worry and guild building up within him. "Maybe I should take you home. I think being near me tonight might be a bad idea. I only keep hurting you." He whispered, pain in his stomach and chest growing as he knew he caused this whole thing. If he would have kept his mouth shut, none of this could have happened.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 1, 2010 18:16:34 GMT -8
Irial groaned, rinsing his mouth out with water from the sink before he slipped back down to the floor, shaking terribly. The heat. That's what was fucking with him. He couldn't stand it. He could barely breath, that's how bad it made him feel. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, remembering the right way to breathe. In and out. In and out. He sighed softly when he felt Seth's arms back around him and he leaned into them, unable to help himself. "Don't apologize," the ex-king murmured weakly, smiling at the kiss to the back of his neck. "It's not your fault for my getting sick. The heat is messing with me. It's... choking." He shuddered, pushing away the desire to crawl out a window to go and lay in the falling snow and just sleep. That sounded so nice right now. He shook his head when he heard Seth say he should take him home and he spun around, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "I don't want to go home, Seth. I want to stay with you. You'd hurt me if you left me alone." His voice turned into a whisper at the end of his sentence as he looked down at the floor, not trying to make him feel guilty. He just had no desire to be away from him right now, not when they finally found each other.
Irial sighed and rested his head on Seth's shoulder, still feeling sick, but his stomach completely empty of its previous contents of about a full cup of honey and some over-ripe blackberries. "Take me outside. Love me in the snow. Please?" He ran a shaky hand up and down Seth's strong, muscled arm. He wanted to feel the biting chill of winter on his bare skin. That had been the only reason he'd even left his home in the factories. "I can't stand that." He waved a pale hand in the direction of the fire place, the flames that burned at him without him even being near him. "Anything that has to do with Summer sickens me. Heat most of all. That was the reason I went out in the snow with nothing but shorts and a tank top on today." Irial leaned up and pressed a kiss to Seth's lips. "I'm just sensitive, I guess," the faerie whispered against his lips, chuckling.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 1, 2010 19:27:45 GMT -8
“No, I should though. I…I’m screwing up, again.” Seth whispered as his arms tightened around Irial. He paused for a moment and glanced back at the fire and sighed, feeling a tiny bit more guilty than he was twenty seconds ago. “But, what if I continue hurting you when you are here?” He whispered as he stared down into Irial’s eyes with a bit of worry resting in them. The fairy before him seemed so fragile, especially in moment’s like this. He didn’t want to hurt his lover, but it was inevitable. Seth was more concerned with taking his anger out on Irial. He could say he would never hurt him and maybe that was possible, but it was a possibility that one day, he could physically harm Irial. He didn’t want that day to come and if it did, he’d kill himself or leave Irial. He wouldn’t allow himself to harm the person he loves, no matter how hard it is to stay away. The ex-king spoke and he knew that those words were true, but he was afraid that he might leave. “I know. I won’t leave.” He whispered, lying without giving a hint as to how he was thinking and feeling.
“Sure, hun. I’m very sorry. I’ve just been too distracted to notice the heat I guess love. But let’s go outside.” He whispered before carefully lifting Irial again and walking downstairs and outside to the patio that was covered in at least a foot of snow. Slowly, he set the smaller fairy down in the cool snow, as a bit of steam came from him. “Wow, you are very warm my dear evidently.” He whispered, watching the stem as it continuously floated until it disappeared from sight. He lowered to the ground next to the steaming fairy as the cool snow felt wonderful against his skin. It felt more like a comfortable blanket that he could fall asleep in. “Mmmmm…I could fall asleep right now.” He murmured as he stared at Irial, a bit of a content state falling over him. “Is there anything you want, my dear?” He asked softly before kissing the other fairy’s shoulder gently.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 2, 2010 15:54:31 GMT -8
"You're not screwing up," Irial told him gently, his hand resting on the other faerie's thigh, stroking his skin absently. When he heard Seth sigh, he frowned. "Seth, I don't care if I get hurt. I can handle practically anything you throw at me. Just because you're older than me, doesn't mean you're stronger." But Irial couldn't be sure. He was small and only as strong as an average faerie was without his magic, and he knew Seth could probably kill him if he wanted to. He could tell from the look in his eyes he was thinking something along the lines of leaving him if he hurt him. Irial frowned, lifting a hand up to touch his face, making him look down at him. “I know. I won’t leave.” He frowned at the lie. "Don't you fucking dare leave me alone. No matter what. I'll go insane if I'm left alone," he told him firmly, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. "I don't want you to leave me over something as stupid as hurting me. I'm damaged enough. The worse you could do now is break my heart, Seth. I've been destroyed enough already."
Irial grinned when he was lifted up into Seth's strong arms, his own extremely skinny ones locking around his neck to hold him up. "I'm more sensitive to heat than you are, dear. Don't blame yourself." He gasped when he felt the cold wind on his bare body as they stepped outside, loving the comforting chill. He curled his toes up in the snow when he was set down it in, wrapping his arms around himself, shivering with pleasure. Iri giggled at the sight of the steam. "Damn. That's a first," he muttered to himself, grinning as he rolled onto his stomach in the heavy, freezing snow. If there was anything that could possibly be better than sex with Seth right now, it would be sex with Seth in the snow. But he wasn't going to ask for that. He wouldn't. Not unless Seth offered. "Don't fall asleep just yet. It'll be dark soon. Then we can have some real fun," he told him, devious feelings coursing through his blood. He grinned at the kiss to his shoulder, curling up against him and feeling small. "You and only you," he murmured back simply to answer Seth's question. He wanted to stat with him as long as he could; he couldn't bear the idea of actually going home. Not with reminders of Cam still around. He wrinkled his nose at the name and kissed Seth's chest softly. "I think I might be in love with you, Seth. Just a little bit," he told him softly, smiling.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 2, 2010 19:53:50 GMT -8
Seth felt drawn to the fairy who continuously comforted him even though he could technically get hurt. Seth soon felt himself being tugged to look down at Irial and his next words made him want to object. "Irial, I have bad anger problems and I am stronger than you. You know that. If I ever were to even hit you, I'd leave. Don't be stupid. You shouldn't love someone who abuses you. I'm not saying it WILL happen, just that it COULD happen." He whispered, his lips coming down to deeply kiss the fairy in his arms. He never wanted to let him go, but he would if he had to, for Irial's safety.
Seth watched Irial as a devious expression came upon his lover. "Oh really, maybe I should just ravish you right now. Your expression says everything, my dear." He spoke seductively as he came to brush his lips behind Irial's ear before biting the edge of his ear teasingly. A grin came across his expression as he heard Irial say that he was all he wanted. He grew even happier as he heard his last statement. Slowly and gently, he pressed his lips against his soft neck.
Seth's hands grazed gently along Irial's sides, his lips pressing down on the ex-king before him. He softly sucked after each kiss as he trailed kisses down his abdomen next and then stopped at his waist, his hands resting on Irial's hips now.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 3, 2010 19:22:01 GMT -8
Irial laughed a bit at Seth's statement. "You're so good at reading me. Or am I just that bad at hiding what I want?" he asked, gasping as he bit his ear softly. His stomach twisted with desire, his body heating up despite the cold. "Mmm. Making love in the snow.... Sounds nice," he whispered, his nails digging into Seth's back, almost drawing blood. He didn't mean to do that sort of thing, he just did. He didn't think. That was usually his problem. As he felt Seth's lips start to suck on his neck, he gasped, pushing his toes into the snow, loving it. "Oh god, Seth," he groaned as his mouth made it's way down his body, the older faerie's cold hands caressing down his sides. He closed his eyes, arching his back toward his mouth. He couldn't help whining when his lips stopped on his waist, hands on his hips. He pushed his hips up gently against him, encouraging him on, to go all the way with him. Irial liked the way Seth touched him and held him. He realized that Cam could never love him even close to this, not as anything more than a king. You obey a king, you don't love him. And Cam would never love him. He sighed contentedly, stroking Seth's bare back. "G-go on," he murmured softly, trying hard to not sound like begging.
The snow felt as good as Seth did as he kissed him, making him moan. Iri prayed the neighbors wouldn't peek over their fence to see what was making the sound. Irial prayed that Seth didn't have neighbors at all. He ran his fingers through Seth's hair, pulling at it lightly, his nails scraping at his scalp. Irial never hurt anyone intentionally. He never planned anything out that way. But his emotions got the better of him often and he damaged people, and himself. "Oh Seth," he sighed, his want for the other faerie making his body heat up. The snow helped with that this time. He wanted to make the older faerie do something to him, anything to pleasure himself. Irial was selfish and he knew it, but he hated having to be the dominant one. He liked being pleasured and submissive. And Seth didn't seem to have a problem for giving him his unspoken desires.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 4, 2010 18:21:47 GMT -8
“No, I just know you all too well. Besides, we have some of the same desires, so it makes it that much easier.” Seth whispered amusedly into the fae’s warming skin. “I love your moaning so so much. It’s like my own personal drug.” He murmured with a bit of mirth filling his currently blue eyes as intense passion built him up. This little spoiling of Irial was just one of the things he enjoyed and where his passion and inspiration led him. As his lover spoke a bit desperately for him to go on, he began to move his lips at a quicker pace, his lips pressing to Irial’s length as he moaned softly. “I haven’t pleased you quite like this for a long time.” He muttered before wrapping his lips around the little fae’s length, sucking hard a hand coming up to tease the skin around his length. No matter who Seth was with, this was always one of his favorite things to do, which was to please the other in each and every way possible. He was a bit of servant that way, but he didn’t want to be acknowledged as a servant and he knew Irial would never treat him in such an unfair tone. Well, he could, but he trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t hurt him like that.
Seth slowly eased into giving the other faerie a blow job as he sucked harder, his mouth sliding back and forth, only to bring much pleasure to Irial. He hadn’t actually done this himself in a bit of a long time, although, he hadn’t been in a relationship for many years, ever since he left the fairy kingdom perhaps. That was an interesting thought and he began to wonder as to why he had never searched for someone to settle down with. In a way he was completely content with that fact because now he had Irial and that’s all he wanted and the only person he would ever settle for. Ever since they grew so close that they seemed to know each other inside out, he knew that Irial was his one and only and would never not be part of his world. Right now, he was holding Irial up on a pedestal, just a bit, because Irial was someone he considered as the most important on the planet. He was just a bit biased and yet, he didn’t give one flying leap about that.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 5, 2010 16:15:36 GMT -8
Irial blushed when Seth commented on his moaning, calling him a personal drug. Iri loved that. Being a drug meant he had power over Seth. Not that he needed or wanted power over him, he just liked the idea of having some control over any one. He knew he sounded desperate for touch, but he was just desperate for Seth. That was all he wanted. When he felt the lips against his length, a quick pace that made his heart hammer, he whimpered. It felt good to be touched there by another male faerie. Seth was someone he couldn’t break or do any real damage to. He groaned when he started teasing at his skin and sucking his length deeper into his mouth. “Oh gods,” he moaned, wanting to encourage him on with words like ‘harder’, ‘deeper’, or ‘more’, but unable to find the proper words for it, his mind lost in pleasure and want. His knees shook on either side of Seth’s head, trying to keep it together as tongue and teeth caressed his length. Irial closed his eyes, reveling in the wet feeling of Seth’s mouth. He cried out, a small sweat breaking out on his pale skin. It felt so good, but he couldn’t tell if Seth was enjoying himself or not. He resisted the urge to writhe , the only stable part of his body being what was in Seth’s mouth. He dug his toes deeper into the thick snow that was melting and refreezing around them. “F-fuck… Seth…” As he continued to suck on him, pulling him deeper into his mouth., he felt himself shiver. “Deeper,” he moaned loudly. Iri’s hips pushed up slowly, his whole body shaking as he tried to hold himself up, his elbows sunk so deep in white that only his wrists up were revealed to the winter air. Irial gasped, his body arching into Seth, telling himself to calm down, to just relax and enjoy it, but he didn’t work like that.
And then he cursed, his eyes snapping open. “Oh shit, Seth. I’m coming,” he whimpered weakly, looking down at the other faerie, hoping he heard him if he really wanted to. Irial didn‘t want Seth doing anything he didn‘t want to. But what if he was a swallower? He shivered at the thought of Seth actually tasting him. He groaned in horror and annoyance, hating himself for not lasting longer before releasing. He could feel his seed rushing out of him, making him shudder. “Oh god, Seth. I’m sorry,” he mumbled, blushing a bright red that went from his cheekbones to his shoulders. “I… I usually l-last longer through a blow job.” He bit at his bottom lip, embarrassment flooding over him.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 5, 2010 20:45:08 GMT -8
The moans and movements of Irial’s moaning and writhing under him only encouraged him before he said deeper and fit as much of his length into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could, his pace fairly quick. There was the pleasure of knowing that he could sexually please his lover and nothing rewarded him like the reactions to his blow job. Seth’s eyes furrowed at Irial’s comment as Irial ejaculated into his mouth, a creamy taste filling his mouth. Slowly he swallowed as he released Irial’s length before glancing up to see the embarrassment written over his lover’s expression. “Oh stop it. I love you. You deserve pleasure like this and I swallowed without a problem. I completely don’t mind and you especially should not be embarrassed. Seth slowly moved up to hover over the small fairy below him as he bent down to kiss him gently over the lips. “You are way too insecure yet about certain things, honey.” He mumbled with a bit of a smirk. “Yet, I love you for it.” He could honestly say that because he was deeply in love with Irial, so much so that he would probably never let anything ruin their perfect relationship.
Seth slowly turned over, grasping Irial and bringing him on top of Seth, his arms slipping comfortably around his petite torso. He loved having a lover on his chest because it gave him something to hold and to not let go for a while. He hope Irial wouldn’t mind, but he wouldn’t object to him going back to his original position. “I’m getting very tired my love.” He mumbled into Irial’s hair, kissing the top of his head gently. “Maybe we should go to bed soon and in the morning, we can have some more fun.” He continued, a yawn escaping him as his eyes slipped closed, waiting and listening for the soft tone of that voice he became so addicted to.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 8, 2010 22:21:05 GMT -8
Irial continued to blush, even though Seth told him to stop. He couldn't help it. He was supposed to be good at this sort of thing. He wasn't supposed to get so excited so quickly. He kissed him back softly, able to taste himself on his lips. "Insecure...?" he murmured, disliking that word extremely. I'm not insecure. You're just too damn sexy. He shivered when Seth said he loved him again, pressing his lips to the older faerie's cheek. "Love you, too," he whispered. Irial still wasn't sure if he was actually in love with Seth or not, but it felt good to say. He gasped a little when he felt arms around his waist and he was pulled on top of Seth's chest. He curled up against his lover's chest, snuggling into him. He liked being held like this. "Tired?" he wondered aloud, slightly confused. But Seth had been the one doing the pleasuring, and Iri being on the receiving end of all this, so it made sense he'd be tired. He glanced up at the sky for a moment, amazed that it was already sunset. Irial should be just waking up right now, being the dark faerie that he was. And Seth was talking about morning. He didn't like the idea of sleeping the night away. But he couldn't exhaust Seth to the point where he wouldn't want him. So he smiled, leaning down and planting a kiss on his lips. "Do you think you'll even make it to bed, Seth? You're drifting off already." He giggled a little, stroking his cheek. He looked cute when he was trying to get some sleep.
He rolled off Seth's chest and sat up on his knees. Irial wrapped his thin fingers around his bicep and tugged on him. "Don't fall asleep in the snow. You'll freeze. Dark court or not. And I'm not going to date a popsicle!" He laughed a little, pulling against him again. "Come on, Seth. Let's curl up on the couch. I'll tell you a story if you want me to." Irial kissed him once more. The real reason behind his persistence was that he didn't want to have to keep a glamour up with he rested. He hated it when humans could see things like him. Inside was safer from hunters, too. Sleeping outside hadn't been safe in Nevermore since before he was born. He didn't want to take any chances. "Come on, Seth!" he whined sweetly.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Jan 17, 2010 19:16:29 GMT -8
Seth sighed as Irial began picking apart what he was saying. He did not respond because he probably would only worsen the situation. Seth nuzzled Irial’s cheek, a perfection come from this moment. Nothing had the ability to destroy how happy or how perfect this was. “Just a bi.” He whispered gently into the fairy’s ear, following with a kiss. Seth hadn’t realized how close he was to falling into a sweet slumber before he felt lips on his and heard his lover speaking. “Not at this rate, but it’s okay.” He said with a small, husky laugh. A groan rose from his throat as Irial was tugging him back into the house and kept asking him to come persistently. “But..what if I wanna become a popsicle. You love the cold anyways.” A chuckle followed his mumbled words as he rose to his feet with a grunt.
Seth shivered, feeling snow or what was snow, stream down his backside. He shuffled into the house, guiding Irial towards the couch before laying down. He dragged irial gently down next to him, his back tightly to his chest. “Goodnig—“ He almost completed before passing out mid-syllable.
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The ex-king blinked his eyes opening, automatically stretching with a moan. His hands brushed along his arms not realizing Irial was missing. Seth froze, his eyes opening and glancing around the room. “Irial?” he asked and didn’t get a response, growing uneasy.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Feb 10, 2010 21:19:17 GMT -8
Irial had thought about leaving Seth as he slept, despite the 'I love you's. He'd wanted to just slink away into the night, back to his cold factory, where no one would bother him except Cam and his birds, waiting around until some random human boy or girl decided to get adventurous or caught his fancy. Back to his normal life, without anything very interesting happen except for those run-ins with hunters. It would have been easy to just gather up his clothes from the bedroom floor and bolt. he wouldn't even have to use the door; he was tiny, the window would have been easy to squirm through. But the look on Seth's sleeping face... he just couldn't bear to up and leave without a warning. It would have been wrong to destroy his hart like that. Even if Irial didn't feel the same exact way about him, he could stick around for a little while. At the very least he could say goodbye properly. That would be the kind thing to do.
Irial rolled off of the much bigger faerie and onto the floor, landing on his hands and feet like a cat before crawling to his feet. His eyes fell on the naked faerie, so handsome and sexy as he lay there, still wet from sweat and snow. Just looking at him made him want to crawl back on top of him and repeat yesterday all over again. Only without having to practically run back to the apartment before they started stripping. The smaller and younger of the two ex-kings leaned down and planted a kiss to his lips. So warm and dark at the same time. He loved it. Irial smiled before slipping off into the hall to recover his clothes, in case he really did feel like bolting. And even though he loved his own body extremely, he did have some form of decency. Once he had his boxers and jeans safely placed on his hips, he went to find his tank top. As soon as he was dressed, he decided he needed a shower, which was completely stupid on his part. But he did take one, so cold it made is body steam. He loved it.
Irial's shower lasted well over twenty minutes, and once he was done, he was thinking a lot clearer and feeling a lot better about everything. He wrapped a towel around his waist so he'd dry off a little more, his wet hair hanging in front of his face. He stiffened when he heard his name, irrational paranoia that he'd been caught doing something bad filling him. He peeked out of the bathroom to see Seth starting to get up and he smiled. "Good morning, handsome," he said, his shark-like teeth almost shining. "Sorry, I needed a shower. Now I smell like oranges." He moved over to sit on the couch next to him, tracing shapes on Seth's bare thigh. "You didn't think I left, did you?" he asked softly, eyes on his hand, a frown drifting across his pale features.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Feb 12, 2010 18:24:57 GMT -8
Seth raised a hand to his head, pressure forming against his forehead. "Maybe." His words came in a whisper as he walked towards the kitchen, massaging his right temple attempting to sooth the soft headache forming. Seth never really has missed sleeping before nor really eating. On that thought, his stomach exerted a rather large growl. He opened his fridge, an array of berries and fruit lining the shelves which was not abnormal for a faerie like him. "Want some berries, dear?"
He asked Irial in a tone that was a bit louder than his normal one because he wasn't aware if his lover was following him or not, being in a bit of a haze because he was still exhausted. Tenderly, he reached out grasping a small container of berries. These weren't berries of the normal human world, Seth just frequently visited the faerie kingdom to collect these delicious little fruits. Seth also gazed upon a rather large wine rack that lined the left wall as he contemplated.
"Bet you didn't know I am notorious for getting things free in our world. Knowing people is such a pleasure." He muttered as his lips parted in a grin, a row of white teeth appearing. All this he did not regarding the fact that he was completely exposed. That wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for him and he was positive that Irial didn't mind. he pivoted backwards and snapped, the light flickering on, clothes dressing him, and two wine glasses appeared. "Come here dear." He beckoned Irial over, his pointer finger bending back and forth as though to emphasize his soft command.
"Yes, I partially expected you to leave. I know you must be dieing to leave for a little bit and don't lie to me." Seth whispered finally answering Irial's question, not being in any way expectant or offended. He popped a few berries into his mouth before decorking the wine bottle with a resounding pop. He poured the lucious red wine into the two glasses, light sparkling off the surface of the red liquid. "Two thousand years old." He murmured, bringing the edge of the wine glass to his lips and sipping the rich substance in satisfaction. Seth had his charm when it came to dealing with people who he needed something from. Although he always did eventually return the favor, but did so without paying a single cent.
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